Unlikely Host

The first time I felt needed

I was at my lowest low.

I was a rug

in the grander scheme of things.

--

I could see and hear the world,

unable to speak or engage,

til one day you came around

and made me feel wanted.

--

You

talked to me

made me your bank of choice

deposited your secrets

in the fibers of my being

--

You

never requested a withdrawal

never robbed me with a vacuum

--

You

invested all you had in me,

knowing all I could do was take.

--

I

was a leech, not by volition.

was a rug in life’s grander scheme

was at my lowest low

--

But you,

you were even lower.

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